Shot in 2002, released, barely, in 2003 and gaining in cult status ever since, it’s a film of anguished sincerity, telling the San Francisco-set story of a man, his future wife and his best friend, who is also his future wife’s lover. The writer-director-producer-star is Tommy Wiseau. His opus does not fit any of the usual requirements or definitions of quality. Problems of focus or unconvincing green-screen backgrounds are interrupted, continually, by grander problems of dialogue, acting or human sense.